Of course she wants to; taking care of him is a joy she still finds surprising, in that they're able to live like this at all. Besides, if he needed a mood lift her food oughta do it -- not that he seems to, and not that she put anything special into the cobbler. Mostly the preserved foods get the most magic touch.

She grabs a bowl from the freezer (because yeah, she was hoping he'd say yes) and grabs some milk that's still fresh enough to separate. "Regular mojo, or are you planning to need a lot of energy later on?" she asks with a distinctly playful glance his way. Of course she's neither entirely serious nor entirely joking.